Regulo's People Lyics/Melody: Carolyn Burnette 15/05/14 – additions – Dick Vestdijk 24/05/2014 A F#m G D A I see in your face - You are strong I see in your eyes - love and sorrow Hardship - has made you kind Patiently you wait Bm C As the world goes by you – Bm Am The world goes by D - A - D - A At a distance - so far away D A F#m The rain comes down - the roof sings D A F#m A familiar song - a cooling theme Em F#m E F#m the hot air goes down, down, down, down, down to the ground - G to the ground A relief for the moment - take in the sound A F#m G D Your hope grows dim at times The children, though, they make you laugh, they remind you of life and something new Something new outside of this Bm G one room Bm G This one room Em D Privacy is something you don't know F#m G The only solitude is inside of you Em D F#m You don't speak of your fears - but only of what must be done G What must be done D A F #m The rain comes down - the roof sings D A F#m A familiar song - a cooling theme Em F#m E F#m the hot air goes down, down, down, down, down to the ground - G to the ground A Relief for the moment - take in the sound.

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Payday Payday what have you got Lay it on the table and give it a shot. Signed and sealed, licenced and tracked. Revolution's coming when this code get's cracked. Rising, rising, profits again. Do you have a notion, do you have a plan. Storm is coming but you don't care; shelter in your mansion, and up the stairs. Laying down, this town, ain't big enough for two of us, come down, this town, small enough for 99 of us. Payday payday where do you live, what have you got that you can give. Comfort, comfort Comfort your soul, how much you own - you can never take it all. Run baby run, the helicopter is here. Rescue at hand, the doctor is near, The tattoo parlor Just says it all. you can save your wallet, but you won't save your soul. Laying down, this town, ain't big enough for two of us, come down, this town, small enough for 99 of us. Laying down, this town, ain't big enough for two of us, come down, this town, small enough for 99 of us.

What can I do I got no skills Can I work in your steel mill? Break my back to pay my bills Eat food that’s got no flavor Where can we go, I ain't got money. Maybe Miami or somewhere sunny Please don’t cry my unhappy honey Your tears are just like the rain Fallin’ on my idle hands Filling up the empty sky Drownin’ all our hopes and dreams again Highwater’s here, startin’ to rise, highwater’s here Feel like jumpin’ on a bed of nails Sleepin’ in the rain and hail Wishin’ for an ox’s tail And a place to rest my bones People huddled all together Fixin’ to die It’s god’s will Seekin’ shelter from the weather Then we’re heading back out to the hills Don’t be long I’ll be right here Waitin’ on your return In the morning we’ll be off At the break of dawn Highwater’s here, startin’ to rise, highwater’s here Have you seen her sir she’s very pretty? I’ve been walkin’ the streets of this corporate town Callin’ her name in a soulless city Have you her here sir, is she lookin’ around? “It fits the temper of a woman’s way” “If you can’t go, then she can’t stay.” He spoke to me as he looked away Then he wandered off into the night Highwater’s here, startin’ to rise, highwater’s here (ya don’t know my mind!)

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GYPSY GIRL. IN THE LIGHTS OF THEIR CAMP FIRES, FROM THE SHADOWS DANCED A DREAM. OLIVE SKINNED AND RAVEN HAIRED, HER EYES SPARKLED IN THE NIGHT. HER EYES LIKE STARS, THEY SHINED SO BRIGHT. HER BUSSOM HEAVED, HER HIPS DID SWAY, HER BEAUTY IT WAS EQUALLED BY NONE, SHE WOULD LEAVE TRAVELLING MEN BEGUILED. SOME WOULD ARGUE, AND SOME WOULD SMILE, MEN WOULD OFTEN FIGHT. SO RARE WAS HER BEAUTY, MEN PAID WELL TO WATCH HER DANCE. EVERY NIGHT HER FATHER, PLAYED THOSE TUNES. AND THE YOUNG GIRL AGAIN WAS FORCED TO DANCE. DANCE AFTER DANCE, SHE WOULD TWIST AND TWIRL SHACK HER BUSSOM AND GENTLY SWAY HER HIPS. FOR THE GOLD COINS THE MEN GAVE HER. TO EACH OF THEM SHE GAVE,A TINY LITTLE KISS. WHEN AT LAST THE DANCE WAS OVER, AND THE TIME IT CAME TO REST. HER FATHER TOOK FROM HER ALLTHOSE GOLD COINS. AND LOCKED THEM SECURELY IN HIS CHEST. BUT ONE NIGHT ALL THIS IT DID CHANGE. HER WEALTHY MAN, HE CAME AND FREED HER FROM HER PLIGHT. HE BOUGHT THE GIRL FROM HER FATHER. AND HER LIFE, FROM THAT NIGHT FOREVER CHANGED NOW SHE LAYS IN HER BOUDOIR, AND ONLY DANCES NOW FOR FUN pause SO IF YOU GO DOWN TO THE WOODS NOW YOU,LL FIND THAT GYPSY GIRLS NOW GONE.

Home is Home is the place where the journey starts and the journey ends Sitting at the table with a friend making plans, for the next escape. Home (take me there) Home (anywhere) home is the door through which you walk looking for more there is always one for the road, for the thought of going on. there is a hole in my pocket where my key fell through Home is the place where we could rest if we didn't always suffer from this wanderlust Busy as a busy bee can be cause there ain't no place like a house in the tree home